Gemotions

The news felt like a punch to the gut. Michael stumbled back against his dorm room door, the paper fluttering to the floor. The university, the place where he'd built his entire world for the last four years, was… gone. The rug had been pulled out from under him.

He sank to the floor, his back against the door. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. Everything he’d planned, every course he’d taken, every relationship he'd cultivated… suddenly felt… pointless. He closed his eyes, a wave of nausea washing over him.

He envisioned the future, a vast, empty canvas. He opened his eyes, feeling the urge to… scream, to lash out. Instead, he just sat there, listening to the muffled sounds of his roommate returning to the room, the sound growing louder by the second.